Once I fed someone my heart
I plucked it from my aching chest and gave it to him
But he wasn't you so instead of
Cupping it in his hands and marveling at its fragility
He ate it like an apple and relished the sweet taste
then laughed and let me kiss the blood off his lips
I was glad to do it because I thought that's what it meant to love
but Darling that was before you
Before I was told my heart was a gift for ones like you
Who would treat it as such